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By j. knipp Date: 2004 Nov 14 Comment on this Work [[2004.11.14.04.28.4094]] |
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The slow death of banality. The sickening pit in my stomach that is pleasantries and politeness. Feel's like i am breaking my wrist on the saftey bottle of pills. or cracking a finger nail on the unworkable metal gaurd of a lighter. But we need these things, these protocols. Becuase otherwise people get hurt. I guess we fail to see how we extract humanity out of this relationship with our scripted, P.C. language. Ah but if everything is safe and numb and we put forth nothing flammotory in what is spoken... We can't get hurt. But do you know what? Sometimes the absence of pain is better than pleasure itself. But to hell with it all. Let me scrape a knee and burn my hand on a stove. Otherwise icecream will taste like tofu and sex will just be some laborious mechanics. And I will lose not only my lover. But my best friend too. |